Mom, Here's Why You Need to Learn to Let Go (a Little)! by Gail Harris
Yesterday was the first day I left my son home alone. At first, it felt strange asking him if he wanted to stay home by himself. But he was ready and so was I. The freedom I felt was glorious; going to the mall and bank solo, just like that.
I wondered if he was going to raid the cookie jar, and what this event signified. Perhaps, it signified the same thing as the falling leaves do in autumn. It seems like he was born yesterday. Today middle school. Tomorrow college. The lines on my face are deepening. Maybe a hundred years ago another mother was feeling the exact same thing!